My Death - Bowie

My death waits like an old Drouet

So confident I'll go his way

Whistle to him and the passing time

My death waits like a bible truth

At the funeral of my youth

We drank for that and the passing time

My death waits like a witch at night

As surely as our love is bright

Let's not think about the passing time



CHORUS

But what ever lies behind the door

There is nothing much to do

Angel or devil, I don't care

For in front of that door, there is you



My death waits like a beggar blind

Who sees the world through an unlit mind

Throw him a dime for the passing time

My death waits there between your thighs

Your cool fingers will close my eyes

Let's not think of that and the passing time

My death waits to allow my friends

A few good times before it ends

So let's drink to that and the passing time



CHORUS



My death waits there among the leaves

In magician's mysterious sleeves

Rabbits and dogs and the passing time

My death waits there among the flowers

Where the blackest shadow, blackest shadow cowers

Let's pick lilacs for the passing time

My death waits there in a double bed

Sails of oblivion at my head

So pull up the sheets against the passing time



Thanks to everyone for reading
Tony

Originally posted by Alley Crime
My death waits like an old Drouet

So confident I'll go his way

Whistle to him and the passing time

My death waits like a bible truth

At the funeral of my youth

We drank for that and the passing time

My death waits like a witch at night

As surely as our love is bright

Let's not think about the passing time



CHORU ...[text shortened]...

So pull up the sheets against the passing time



Thanks to everyone for reading
Tony